Chapter Sixty-One
The Jig is Up! Nadia placed the half-empty 500-ml plastic bottle on the table in front of her. “Thank you.”
Matt nodded and sat back in his chair. In front of him was a closed file with several sheathes of paper in it and beside it was a ball-point pen. Bill had not yet joined him in the interrogation room. He watched her eyes scan the room until they finally settled on him. He heard what her eyes said to him; a tale he had often heard before. Namely, “I come with a very violent and very pricey ...
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